The two moved out, abandoning their cautious pace for a relentless advance.
The transition to active combat was seamless as well.
They fought back to back, with Soren taking the point, his spear keeping the Drakelings at bay with precise thrusts, sweeps, and blocks. Ryan acted as the finisher, his blade flashing with surgical precision.
But they didn't go all out, as recklessness in such a place was a death sentence. They fought with a cold, calculated efficiency instead.
As time passed, the friction between their styles vanished almost entirely.
Soren no longer needed to shout commands because a simple shift in his stance told Ryan exactly where the next opening would be. Ryan, in turn, learned to read the rhythm of Soren's spear, stepping into the gaps to deliver lethal blows to exposed throats.
